Chapter Thirty Nine

Few weeks later..

Third person narrative technique

Faith took a stroll down from the estate to free her body or get suya from one of the mallam along the road.

Her eagle eyes were at rest. It was screening the entire street as much as they stretch. She turned to a small kiosk and ordered for a bottle of Pepsi.

The kiosk woman stared at her in awe all through. What a beautiful woman in her middle twenties! But her dressing was terrifying to mess with.

She was in a white buttoned shirt with a black trouser. Her fixed black long hair was packed in a long ponytail. Her black big shade covered her eyes perfectly. Her red painted lips was beneath her beautifully pointed noise.

"Big bottle or  small one?" The woman asked a disturbed Faith.

"Anyone or.. Big!" She waved the woman off.

"Here you madam" the woma